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The door to the closet swung open.

My hope that it was Hunter to tell us it was all clear was dashed.

It was two of the gunmen. “Here he is!”

Romney raised his arms and waved his hands. “I’m going to tell my mummy about this. You’re not following the script!”

I gasped. “You did hire these men!”

At least there was a positive aspect to that. If these men were just hired actors, they couldn’t be that much of a threat. Right?

Maybe the bullet that hit Romney was a fluke. I’d heard before that even blanks could be dangerous. Maybe it was a stunt gone wrong?

The gunman pointed what looked like a very real gun at me. “You shut your face.” Then he pointed to Romney. “And you, your money wire didn’t clear.”

Romney’s eyes widened, right before he snatched me before him as a human shield. “She’s an heiress! Her father is loaded. Billions!”

Through clenched teeth, I said, “We are so not getting married.”

The gunman dragged us both into the hallway.

And that was when I saw him… Hunter lying face down in a pool of blood.

Terror nearly strangled the oxygen from my lungs.

Romney may have hired them, but these were definitely not actors.

They were a real threat, and I was in real mortal danger.

CHAPTER 29

REID

Hunter: SOS three, maybe four armed masked assailants. I’ve been shot. They’ve taken Charlotte and her douchey fiancé hostage as well as every other guest on the ship.

I stared at the text message Hunter had just sent me.

There was no fucking way that some bougie charity event was being robbed. Almost every person at that event should have their own private security around the perimeter.

Reid: Are you fucking with me?

I sent the replying text and kicked back on my couch, lifting my feet on the table and laying my head on the pillow she had slept on last night.

It still smelled like her.

Like Earl gray tea, mandarin oranges, and flowers. She smelled soft, feminine, and refined.

Sitting on my couch and smelling the pillow she slept on was a new low for me.

I used to torment and beat the shit out of men who did pussy shit like this, but now I got it.

Not that I would ever admit that to anyone, ever.

Hunter: No. I don’t know if anyone has gotten the word out. The assailants have taken all of the cell phones.

It was not the first time Hunter had played this prank on me.

When he’d tried to fight me on why I wanted him to take the job, I knew, I just knew he would pull this kind of shit.

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